#and I felt so confused because I thought I was pretty. I was a pretty girl. despite how hard people tried to make me feel differently
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can i req bf niki and fem reader and they go on a vacation to jp + meet niki's parents?? btw luv ur works <3
a/n: to whoever that requested this. i am so sorry this took a whole year to even get around to writing this😭 also my photoshopping skills on this banner🤌🏻 but anyways, this isn’t entirely a holiday with ni-ki as i am basing it off what happened when ni-ki went back to his hometown to perform. this is just assuming what happened, obviously fictional so it isn’t real. just imagine people!
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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader
genre: fluff; idol!ni-ki + relationship au
warnings: nope
word count: 2.4K words
it’s been years since ni-ki got to come back home to japan. years without his parents, his family. he had to grow up quick at 14. flying in a plane to an unknown territory. just to train for a 8 months and join a survival show. ni-ki was terrified, confused and quite honestly homesick. yet, after actually winning a spot and debuting. nothing could prepare himself to confess to you.
you had met ni-ki at a small secluded ice cream shop. it was a normal ice cream parlour, there were a few people that came and go. nothing could fully prepare you to come face to face with a masked man.
“hi, what flavour would you like? oh and would you like a single scoop or double?” you say the usual line. ni-ki looks up at you to order, in his head, his jaw drops cartoonishly. you were beautiful. he clears his throat, he probably had been standing there for quite a bit.
“can i get two single scoops? one mint choco and the other being cookies and cream.” he says.
“okay. one second.” you had scooped up the ice cream and placed it into the respective cups. “any toppings?”
“oh umm, maybe some…” his eyes scanned the toppings. which he couldn’t really focus on since your gaze was flustering him a lot. “sprinkles?” he says with a slight confusion in his voice.
you giggled a little, “sprinkles it is. on both ice cream?”
“yeah.” you had topped the ice cream with sprinkles and went to type in the order into the register.
“total will be $3.”
“oh? for two?”
“yeah. our prices are the lowest of the lowest here.” you say.
“woah. i should come back here all the time.” he says. he catches himself and he felt his face heat up. “sorry.”
“don’t be. it would be great if you could come back here everyday. maybe even bring your friends?”
“I think I could do that.” ni-ki smiles behind the mask.
and so he did. he came over to see you everyday and even bought ice cream every single time. was he getting sick and tired of ice cream? yes, but he would be able to see you everyday.
"so how was practice? is it fun?" you asked him curiously. he shook his head.
"just tiring. sometimes it's fun but since comeback is around the corner. practice has just been something I wished never came."
you had frowned at his words, "that doesn’t sound too fun. being an idol doesn’t seem as fun as i thought it would be.” ni-ki chuckles.
“it’s fun at times but you definitely need to have a lot of discipline to really become one. discipline and patience.” you hummed at his words.
“well, i don’t think i could become an idol. the girls? urgh too pretty. kinda jealous of them but i’m mainly just in awe by them.”
“you’re pretty too.” ni-ki says. you felt flustered.
“oh, thank you. i’m not all that pretty. you’ve probably come across a prettier girl than me.”
ni-ki does that unthinkable and he softly reaches your hands. “you’re pretty. really pretty. prettier than any of the girls i’ve seen.” your heart races at his words. in some way, you knew this was a confession since you knew that ni-ki was being obvious about having a crush on you. he didn’t bother hiding it because he didn’t find a reason to. besides, nobody besides you knew it was him. this was his little secret.
“is this your way of confessing to me?” you teased him. he laughs.
“and if it is, will you say yes?”
you smiled, “of course.” he squeezes your hand lightly.
“then from today onwards, you’re my girl.” he declares. you laughed.
“yours.”
a year passes by quickly. ni-ki had a concert in okayama. his hometown. there was a small period of break after their concert so ni-ki decided to invite to travel with them. he helps you place your luggage into the compartment above. you smiled. jake nudges ni-ki’s waist to tease him.
“ayyy, who knew our maknae can be so gentleman like.” jake smirks.
“at least i have a girlfriend.” ni-ki argues back. he pulls you closer to him and pecked the side of your head proudly. it was almost funny when jake's smile fell quickly and he looked like a sad puppy.
with that, ni-ki pulls you to your assigned seat (which was next to him). he kisses your knuckles and makes sure you were alright throughout the entire flight. since you’ve never really flown on a plane before, you were terrified but ni-ki assures you constantly. the both of you shared an earpiece and watched movies throughout the flight. when he looks around, all the boys were asleep so he takes his chance to peck your forehead. you stared right at him and he leans to peck your lips. before you could utter a word, ni-ki pulls you into a sweet kiss. one that showcased how much he loved you and you can’t help but feel your heart race quickly.
there was a short bright flash and so you and ni-ki pulled away. ni-ki turns back to see jungwon and sunghoon with their phones out taking a picture of you and ni-ki kissing.
“whoops.” jungwon says. “you two were too cute. we had to take a picture.”
“send me the picture later on.” ni-ki says. jungwon salutes and settles back at his seat continuing to watch the show he had accidentally dozed off on.
[1 hour passes by]
finally, everyone arrived at okayama. everyone goes to grab their bags from the compartment above once the plane lands and parks. you had to unfortunately be separated from the boys for a bit as your they were going get pictures taken by the paparazzis. one of their managers followed you and brought you towards another gate. there was a small group of people holding up a sign in japanese. it had ni-ki’s face plastered on it. you recognised ni-ki’s siblings and so you assumed that was his mom and dad next to them. they were waiting excitedly for ni-ki or were they waiting for you.
the manager approaches them and explains to them in japanese before turning to look at you. “this is ni-ki’s family, they will be accommodating you for the whole time we are here as you know it can be risky if you stayed with the boys.”
you nod. “thank you, manager jin. you don’t have to worry about me conversing with them. i learnt japanese for quite a while now so i think i can do well with chatting with them.”
“alright, i’ll leave you guys. i have to get back to the boys.” the manager leaves quickly. you turned to the ni-ki’s family and bowed.
“umm, hi. i am (name), ni-ki’s girlfriend.” you told them in japanese. ni-ki’s younger sister runs up to you and hugs you.
“you’re so pretty! ni ni really picked a good girl!” you blushed at his younger sister’s words. his older sister comes up to you and pats your back.
“let’s bring you back to our home so you can rest. taking a flight can be draining.” she says. ni-ki’s mom smiles.
“oh yes, dear. we should get back. you need to rest and also eat! let me make some food for you when get back home.”
once you had arrived at the nishimura household, ni-ki decides to facetime you. his face pops up on your screen.
“hi pretty.” ni-ki smiles.
you giddily smiled at him. “hi.”
“I wish you were here with me. kinda sucks we have to be separated.” he huffs and whines a little. you almost giggle at his cute act. surely, his fans would want to see more of this of him. alas, you could only witness this side of him and even bring it out.
“well, I’m not unfamiliar. I’m in your childhood home. which by the way, your mom has tons of albums of ENHYPEN here. your bedroom feels like a relic, it should be kept in a museum.”
“oh, my mom let you stay in my bedroom?” he tilts his head. you nod.
“yeah. oh and bisco is here too! i think your mom mentioned that he runs in here time to time because he misses you.”
“I’m going to cry that’s so cute.” ni-ki lays his head down on the pillow. “I’m so tired.”
“get some much needed rest, you have a concert tomorrow.” he hums at your words.
“I should visit home after the concert and eat there.”
“i think your mom is hoping for that. oh, maybe the boys can come over too?”
“I don’t think there would be enough space in my parents’ home, baby.” ni-ki chuckles a little.
"well, i'm just saying. i'm sure your parents would like to thank the people for taking care of their baby boy." ni-ki snorts.
"alright, i can't argue with you on that. oh, has bisco warmed up to you yet?" he asks. you panned the camera down to bisco wagging his tail and laying right next to you. ni-ki smiles widely.
"my girls."
"bisco is a boy."
"eh? but- right, boy." he clears his throat. "been a while since i've seen him. i think i forgot his gender."
"it's your family dog."
"it's not exactly my dog. it's my parents." ni-ki explains. you laughed.
"okay okay. it's seriously late and you need to sleep your jet lag off. go eat dinner then sleep."
"yes, ma'am." he salutes at you. you playfully rolled your eyes at him. he blows a kiss to the camera and you do the same before ending the facetime.
a knock at ni-ki's childhood bedroom makes you yelp, you looked up at who knocked on the door and it was konon. she smiles and points to the kitchen.
"my mom made some dinner for you before we left. she just heat it up, you should eat up and then go to sleep."
"oh, thank you." you say and konon leaves. you had gone to eat outside, bisco quietly follows you around as you had settled on the couch to eat. he lays his head comfortably on your lap. which was a little surprising considering you weren't someone bisco was familiar with.
after finishing up with dinner, you had cleaned up the plate and gone to sleep. once again, bisco had followed you into ni-ki's childhood room.
the next day, you and ni-ki's family were going over to the stadium. you'd think that you were just going to simply watch the concert but no. right before the concert, just hours before, you were brought backstage. ni-ki hugs you tightly.
"hi baby." he whispers in your ears. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.
"hi." you replied. there was a furball following you around. stopping right at your ankles. "oh, bisco." you had picked him up. he doesn't exactly remember ni-ki since after all it's been years and ni-ki was different now then how he was back then at 14.
bisco looks up at ni-ki then looks away. ni-ki pouts and lets bisco smell his hand. maybe he would remember in a way. unfortunately, not at all. "maybe give him some time?" you say. ni-ki sighs.
"yeah, i know. this little furball is such a shit head. love him though." he ruffles the tiny dog before going over to his parents and hugging the both of them.
as time passes, the boys had to start their concert and so you and ni-ki's family had moved over to the designated seats that you guys were generously given. everyone around you (the engenes) were excitedly and patiently waiting for the concert to start. the lights dimmed and the concert starts.
there was a 7 clear silhouettes seen in the dark and everyone starts yelling. the song starts playing and that is truly when the chaos ensues. you were a little shocked by the yelling and screaming since you've never exactly seen this happen all the time. as time passes by, the boys were starting to wind down. they were talking about how fun they had.
"engenes!! thank you for enjoying today's concert. we will be sure to back next year for another concert here in okayama." jungwon says.
ni-ki picks up his mic, "engenes, i'm really thankful for every one of you for making my dream come true. i get to perform in my hometown and in front of my parents. there is something i have to confess though."
the stadium gets a little silent as ni-ki prepares what to say. "this may be controversial to say as an idol in a boy group. many of you might hate me. that is fine. you can't hate on enhypen. i-" he takes a deep breath in. "i have someone that i truly love. she's here and she's watching me perform in front of everyone that i love and care about. it would be great if you could also show her some love. she deserves the world. she managed to bring out the stronger version of myself today."
everyone was cheering. the boys weren't expecting for ni-ki to have revealed his relationship but they were still proud of him. he stood up for himself. they also knew this would impact the way k-pop was in a way. the culture and mindset behind dating.
"thank you engenes, i love you." he shyly showed a heart to the crowd.
after the concert ends, ni-ki's family and you had gone backstage again. you had ran up to ni-ki despite him still sweaty after the concert. he accepts your hug and held you tight.
"you've cause quite the stir, riki." you say as your voice was muffled due to his clothes. he laughs.
"i know but i had to let everyone know i'm madly in love with you." he says. you felt him peck the top of your head.
"what if they bullied you out of the group? you know how they are now with dating scandals." you asked him.
"don't worry, if the company doesn't do anything. i will. i'll kick whatever they send to HYBE and then throw it in the trash."
you laughed a little. "you're so adorable."
"not as adorable as you." he tilts your chin up and little and leans down to peck your lips. "i love you."
"i love you too."
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ashes – day 116
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jack had gotten a bad hit.
sure, tackles and hits are just a part of hockey – but this one was worse than usual.
he wasn't even sure how he got himself into the situation, but during his game against the bruins, his head had been bent down far too much when he had tried to shoot off a pass along the barrier. when an opponent went in for the tackle, jack's head hit the boards in a nasty angle, and everything had gone black instantly.
the directions from the team doctors were clear: he needed to stay in a dark room, with no lights or loud sounds. he wasn't allowed to use his brain too much, since that would only worsen the concussion. no phone, no stepping outside the bedroom for at least three whole days.
thankfully, your apartment was the perfect place to keep someone who'd just gotten a concussion; the blackout curtains of your bedrooms were of the best brand, keeping the room perfectly dark during all hours of the day. that's why jack now found himself lying flat on his back on your bed, with his arms relaxing restlessly along his body, just as he had for the last 48 hours or so.
this wasn't the first time jack got a concussion. even back when he was a young player, he was too intense, too focused and too stubborn that he didn't care about the risk of injury when doing certain things on the ice, meaning that he had been forced to go through the boring process of recovering from head trauma several times. he recognized the feeling, and he hated it just as much as he had when he was still a teenager, when he was forced to stay inside while his brothers and friends could still practice. he wanted to do something, anything, but the pounding in his head limited his actions to pretty much none.
he felt helpless.
but even through the pain, there was one thing that made him smile.
you.
he was so thankful that you were there for him. he slept for most of his days, not having enough energy to stay awake for longer periods of time. but every time he woke up, you were there; reading him a book, telling him a story from your childhood, catching him up on the recent news. he was so thankful, because he thought he would have gone insane if he had to endure this all on his own.
"jack?" you asked from your side of the bed, voice hushed as it had been for the last two days. there was a small hum of an answer. "don't you want anything to eat? it's been…" you squinted, trying to make out the time from the clock on your wall. "seven hours since you had breakfast."
jack stayed silent, taking a few deep breaths before opening his eyes. "yeah, i think so."
your little nightlight, a lamp in the form of a fox in a far corner of the room, was the only source of light. jack could still make out your face clearly, probably due to the last two days of practicing his night vision. the concern on your face translated to worry on his, and then it was all just a downward spiral. you hated seeing him like this. jack was usually so energetic, so happy, so… tireless. seeing him like this really hurt you – and suddenly, you were back in your old mindset again. the pain and the worry and the anxiety all boiled up into one big soup of guilt. for the way you've treated him, for the way you care for him, for everything that has happened these last months. you stood up from the bed, about to make your way to the kitchen to cook something for him, but you stopped at him calling out your name in that raspy voice of his. "i'm sorry." when you looked back at him with a confused look, he spoke again. "for last week, for-"
"jack, it's okay." you shook your head at him, putting on a small smile. you didn't want him to worry about this now, not when his head was already overworked. "really."
now it was his time to shake his head – or, as much of a shake he could handle without his brain exploding from the jolt of pain shooting through it whenever he moved even an inch – and his voice was firmer when he spoke again. "no, please don't interrupt me now. i want you to hear that i'm serious about how sorry i am."
your heart fluttered like never before. not once until today had a man spoken to you like this. like you were someone worth apologizing to, someone worth fighting for.
"i am so sorry about pushing and pressuring you. i never should have." he took a deep breath. "you have your reasons not to trust me and not let me in, i understand that. however," his hand reached for your side, wanting you closer. "i also hope that in time, things might change. and i hope to stick along to find out if they do, without pressuring you, no matter how long it takes."
at this point, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms, bury him in kisses and hug the life out of him. but with the memory of his concussion still in your mind, you settled for leaning down to his height and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips for the first time in weeks.
maybe things would be okay, after all.
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He's Rick
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warnings: rick grimes x reader; angst with happy end; smut; a little of spanking; pet names; rick needs a hug; mention of lori, carl and judith; p in v; unprotected sex; confession of feelings; fluff; heavy eye contact; no use of y/n; The spelling has not been fully revised and it is always good to remember that English is not my first language, so be nice. I think that's all.
Night had already fallen over Alexandria, but unlike sleeping on the road, here the darkness was not dangerous, the dim lights of the streetlamps dispelled the darkness, as did the lights from the windows of some houses. It didn't seem real, a place to really live, a house to take care of and a comfortable bed to sleep in, clean clothes, vegetable gardens for the kitchens and generators bringing the heat of the lights, it didn't seem real after so much death, so much human decay that had passed before your eyes.
It also seemed very ungrateful of you to be feeling so miserable while others celebrated the blessing of being able to “celebrate” the life that walls provide. You still didn’t know how you felt about it, “normality” was almost a stranger to you now. Your mother would have said “ungrateful girl.” You didn’t like to think about her.
But the sadness was there, settled in your chest, painful and suffocating after so much crying, eyes red as the tip of your nose. That was why you were standing in the kitchen, dressed in a pretty dress — a gift from Deanna — you wouldn’t allow yourself to be seen like this. It’s funny how the most subtle thing can make us crumble. So why?
…..ah grimes, that was it wasn’t it?
It all started with an innocent conversation, because the devil is in the small details.
You were invited by Deanna for a short horse ride around the city, a bureaucratic conversation, you always knew how to sniff them out at your old job, at home. The group was causing problems, no….. no, Rick was causing problems and you were Rick's right-hand man, it was rational to turn to you, wasn't it?
But again no. For Deanna it was natural to turn to his woman, because is this what you were, obviously….. weren't you?
She must have noticed the moment when confusion turned to realization and ended in disappointment on your face, because she - very delicately - apologized for the assumption, it took a lot of strength in you to utter a simple "don't worry". The ride home was silent.
An observation took over your thoughts, between constant escapes, arguing and surviving today to fight tomorrow, you never had the privilege of being able to think about the meaning of your relationship with Rick, worse, you never wanted to actually face what you knew you felt for him. There are commanding words of priorities in your mind that developed to find a home here, somewhere along that path the two of you became inseparable, to the point that seeing one could have found the other too.
You knew him from before the zombies, your father was an officer of his officer, you saw each other a few times and talked even less, he seemed like a good man. But now looking back he was always there, he covered your back - even too much - and you did the same for him. He helped him with the children, maybe a little more than the others. It had been a while since Carl had asked you to comb his hair, even with your fingers, it had become a habit and you knew who he was pretending you were.
Judith was still a little thing who liked to sleep with you
Rick helped you with your younger sister - teenagers are worse in the apocalypse - she couldn't help but believe in the loss of her parents and sometimes she was filled with rage because you hadn't come back to look for them - but there was nothing to come back to - she screamed and pushed you like a child, in those moments it was Rick who calmed her down, you never knew how he did it.
Not that everything was perfect, you fought too and badly, two stubborn people when they thought they were sure of something. It was Rick who made peace most of the time.
No matter what happened, one would find the other like a magnet, he had promised you that when your world fell apart and only he was there to lift it up. It was in his arms that you slept on very cold nights. Having him seemed right, there was something there, something that until then you pretended not to see.
But did you really have him?
Admitting to Deanna that you weren't hurt, it burned your skin and the wounded pride created a balloon in your throat that made it hard to breathe, you cried.
For some reason you felt so small and ashamed, you didn't have the courage to question him, what if he thought there was nothing to question? just a good friend and nothing more? Your head hurt, because everything was so confusing, you weren't ready to see him again.
It had been a week since the conversation with Deanna, a week since you gave a flimsy excuse to Rick and Carl, that Michonne needed you close. A week since you ran away like a coward. It was in her kitchen where you cried.
but he's Rick, he knows you
So it was no surprise when he appeared at your door - Michonne's door actually - breathless and blushing as if it had been hard for him to come here.
"hi"
"hi" came out almost silent
You both spent a few seconds standing in the doorway, his eyes were so warm - even if more tired than usual in contradiction to the new reality that out of habit or a second nature of yours, you moved away so he could enter, there was not a single day that you denied him from entering your life or your heart.
You walked towards the kitchen and in silence he followed you as he always did.
Rick in the dim yellow light of the kitchen looked more handsome than ever. He had gotten rid of all that beard, his hair was still wet and combed back, with curls at the ends indicating that he had just gotten out of the shower. He wore a white shirt that was tight on his biceps, a little short above the waistband of his pants, a worn blue wash, he always looked good in blue - he looked younger - and he wore those damn boots on his feet.
He was still as handsome as the day he came back into your life, a certain warmth settled in your chest.
However, as much as he looked good, he also looked defeated, shoulders slumped and red, tired eyes with a big crease above them.
Like when you finally recognize that there is something in the corner of your eye and now it is no longer possible to ignore that space, after having looked at what you felt for him, you could not ignore the desire to be held by him, to kiss the newly discovered skin, to hug him tightly.
Stopping in the middle of the kitchen, you turned around, putting some distance between you two. You expected him to break the silence and reject you right away, maybe that would be the “easy” solution, after that you could move on and pretend nothing had happened, but when he held your gaze with such tenderness and sadness at the same time, you quickly looked away, unable to accept anything from him, that was going to hurt. He took a step closer with his arm half raised as if he wanted to comfort you, but he hesitated. The truth is that he knew why you were running away from him like a wounded deer. He had insisted enough with Deanna to get a half answer and then it was easy to put everything in place.
There was this big elephant in the room of unsaid things, where to start? Rick wasn't proud that he had placed you in a limbo of uncertainty, the dynamic between you two was so domestic in contrast to the reality you lived in, like when he fell asleep in your arms while you brushed your hair with your fingers after a really, really bad day and he didn't feel worthy of you or how despite his distraught state, his eyes always softened when they met your face.
He wished he had told you how he had come to keep Lori's wedding ring - a bitter reminder of everything he had been through - in his pocket because your expression would turn sad whenever you played with it on his fingers.
Oh, and Lori...
He couldn't protect her, no matter how hard he tried, it wasn't enough in the end, and then came the nightmares in which he couldn't save you, he always became more distant after them. Irrationally loving you seemed to cast a dark shadow over you, putting you in danger, but moving on without you? It seemed to condemn him to wander with a big hole in his chest.
He spent so much time holding back, as if his mere touch would make you break.
Rick was a cowardly and stupid man, incapable of giving himself to you, fearing the day he would lose you.
A stupid and cowardly man... a coward... a coward, he was already losing you and worse, because you thought he didn't want you.
"I'm a coward" came out without realizing it, he had assumed that serious tone he used when he took control of a situation, the southern accent was stronger. He caught your attention, but your eyes continued to focus on a point behind him, always avoiding his eyes.
"What?"
Rick took another step closer.
"I'm a cowardly man who doesn't deserve you" confusion adorned your face in the dim light of the weak yellow light.
“Too cowardly to admit it…..damn it!” He ran his fingers through his hair, anxious.
Rick looked disconcerted, lost, it wasn’t normal to see him like this only when his shoulders were very tired and he inevitably ran to find some comfort in you.
Seconds of silence passed, as if he carefully considered his next words.
Then the moment passed and his shoulders straightened.
He slowly approached you while you backed away like a skittish animal, he stared so intently into your eyes that you felt completely exposed. The slow chase ended when your back hit the kitchen counter, cornered, the proximity, how intimate everything seemed, your mind spun in circles chanting his name. That was one of the problems, he took you out of your orbit.
both of his calloused hands went up your neck to cradle your face, so delicate, now the only distance between your bodies were the atoms of air. his touch almost burned your skin, even if you were reluctant you melted with the heat that emanated from his body.
it was no longer possible to escape from those blue eyes, noses brushing, mouths open and tense breathing “It’s a broken world and you’re the only thing that puts it back together” he continued to rest his forehead on yours “til my last breath, I am yours because I love you”
Shock took over your face, never in your most idyllic dreams would you imagine this scenario, so vulnerable because he loves you. Love is too strong a word to play with. Rick wasn’t the type to play with his word.
“you love me?” you asked in a whisper, afraid of the answer, then he started running his fingertips through your hair, over your face, saying a silent “beautiful” more to himself than to you “I think that’s what it’s called, isn’t it?” he looked at you curiously “I always come back to you, even if it’s crawling, but I come back. It’s your face that my eyes search for in a crowd, it’s your opinion that I seek before any decision, it’s your smile that makes all this mess worth it, it’s another reason to survive and when I see you with the children….. God, it’s like coming back to a home I didn’t know I had, it seems almost immoral to have this at the end of the world… I’m afraid the universe is waiting for me to take what I want just to take it from me, believe me, I couldn’t go on without you. So yes, I love you.”
You knew many things about Rick, how he likes his drink, about his grandfather in the war, about how to read his gestures, but mainly that he was a man with a good and kind heart and above all honest.
The light made your eyes bigger and brighter with the tears that were now flowing, which were becoming a sob and then a loud cry, but it was okay, he is Rick, he knows you, so smiling and sighing a “come here” he held you tight in his arms, wetting his shirt. Slowly he adorned the top of your head with kisses, reducing the crying, the tears gave way to a big smile. You pulled away so you could look into his eyes, which to your surprise were also teary, but he smiled broadly, both of you sharing a look.
Silence fell in the room, but it was light and calm, of accomplices who had shared something very sacred. Rick took one of her hands and lifted it into the air as if preparing for a waltz. “In a perfect world, I would have told you this after a fancy dinner and taken you dancing.” You couldn’t help but smile, he was always an old-fashioned guy.
“I like to dance.”
“I know.” Using the hand that was in the air, he spun you around in his arms.
“You always know.” It was like being a little girl again, cheeks burning and all.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, humming in agreement.
“You should.”
In the blink of an eye, he had you in a very tender and deep kiss, as if he regretted all the kisses he had wanted to give you but couldn't. It didn't take long for him to become fiercer, hungrier, his hands were clenched in the back of his shirt, as if he was afraid the moment would evaporate like a dream.
Testing the waters, one of Rick's hands went down to your hip, gently, but giving it a light squeeze. You sighed, there was a hunger in you that was no longer possible to contain
"Take me to the room, please" you asked slyly
"Yes, ma'am" and as if you weighed nothing he picked you up and you wrapped yourself around his hips, sharing small kisses as you went up the stairs. Between kisses, you found yourselves unable to hold back your giggles, it was good.
Entering your room, he carefully laid you down on the bed and for a brief minute just kept looking at you as if he needed to convince himself that this was real, that something good and beautiful could be born in such a vile world. The moment was only broken when you extended your hand inviting him. Gratefully, he took off his white shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room and lay down between your legs.
It was strange to be like this with him, but at the same time so familiar, as if it were right. You pulled him in for another hungry kiss with tongues, teeth and all, running your fingertips over the muscles of his back, pressing him against you. He moaned into your mouth, needing his hips against yours, eliciting a moan from you.
He went down to your neck, distributing wet kisses to soothe the marks he was leaving - something intimate in him liked the idea of claiming you publicly - going down to your collarbone and only stopping over the bust of your dress, searching your eyes in a silent request. He laughed at the intensity with which you nodded.
He made sure to lower the straps very slowly, but it didn't take long for him to grab one of her breasts as soon as they were exposed. While he licked and sucked one, he played with the tip of the other with his fingers. When he was satisfied, he reversed the order.
By now you were a mess of moans and whimpers, rubbing against him in search of any friction.
That day Rick discovered many things about you: first, you were loud - a pleasant surprise -; and second, you were sensitive as hell and he was going to take advantage of that.
He continued to move down your body, trailing chaste kisses along your clothed belly, nibbling on your dress, lingering on your lower abdomen while one of his hands lovingly brushed the skin on the inside of one of your thighs, almost reaching where you wanted, but pulling back just in time. He came back to my eye level "do you want to be good for me?" Oh, he wished he had a camera to capture your reaction, all blushing and goosebumps. Third thing - although he already suspected that.
No answer. Then the hand on your inner thigh went straight to your clothed center, taking you by surprise “baby, talk to me”
Your brain was already so far away and started to nod and only then remembered to answer “I want” clearly satisfied with the answer he got up from the bed, you almost protested against the loss of contact but when he pulled your legs to the edge of the bed and knelt between them, you already knew it was over
“this comes off” you lifted your hips so he could take off your panties “and this stays here for now” he bunched your dress at your waist.
You already knew you were very wet but when the cold air of the room hit you and Rick ate you with his eyes even more blush painted your skin.
He brought his lips closer to your pussy, blowing only to see you squirm, smiling satisfied with the result. He looked at you with such hunger, you couldn't hold his gaze, but more knowing than you were his hand leaving a slap on your right thigh. When you turned your eyes to him it was clear on his face, pupils dilated in a stern look, jaw clenched, don't do that again.
So you did... or tried to because when he gave a first slow and long lick between your folds by instinct your head fell back before you could come to, another slap, on your left thigh now.
Damn bastard Rick Grimes
Leaning on your elbows, you looked at him again, trembling with desire as he sucked your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You were already high at this point because Rick would eat you out like a starving man. After a few more licks, two thick fingers poked your entrance, smearing themselves with your arousal and, to torture you, as a final blow, he inserted them while he curved them, hitting that exact spot - it was so different from yours, better, bigger and they were Rick's - and he went back to sucking on your spot. Thank God no one was home because you looked pathetic in his hands.
All you could think about was the pressure and the heat and the unfolding and growing in your belly, it was too much. Your back arched, your toes curled as you were a mess, reciting his name like a prayer
Rick…….Rick…….Rick
When his big hand reached for yours to hold while he pressed it against your hip to keep you in place while he intensified his actions until your peak reached you and you rode him fucking Rick's face
you came hard and loud, singing his name
he made sure to take every drop of you until overstimulation. When he got up from the floor, you could barely support yourself on your elbows to look at him. He licked his lips like after a good meal. Sucking his fingers and letting out a "sweet" he rested one of his knees on the bed and pulled you by the torso like a rag doll - very soft now - making you sit up "arms up" and he removed the dress over your head. He seemed so careful "good girl" he says and you couldn't help but tremble at those words, you wanted him inside you SO MUCH, so your hands flew to undo his belt and pants
"anxious?" oh that cheeky smile would kill you
“you have no idea”
“Ah….I can imagine, hon” he finished by giving a sweet kiss on the top of your head
When he stepped out of his pants and you were face to face with his red, veiny cock, already weeping with pre-cum. You wanted to feel the weight of it on your tongue - another time perhaps because you could swear you would start crying if you didn't feel him inside you soon.
You lay on your back in the center of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him. If you looked like the hot mess you felt, you would be lost.
He asked for your hand and you gave in. When he placed himself between your legs it was as if he belonged nowhere else than here, with you. He spent a minute hovering over your body, his eyes examining you, recording every detail, you were a very beautiful mess. He kissed you again, less hurriedly but equally hungry, his tongue playing knowingly with yours, biting your lips, pulling you towards him.
Anxiously, you tried to rub your hips against his - of course he noticed - he took your hand in his and placed it on his cock - you couldn't resist and applied some pressure, he shuddered.
With his hand on yours controlling the movement he brought the tip to your folds and played with them, making you squirm with anticipation, lubricating you well, threatening to enter. It was only after you called his name tearfully that he thought you had suffered enough, but Rick couldn't contain himself, he wanted to engrave this moment very well in his memory. You were all open on the bed for him, whimpering his name, you became very gentle in his hands, it was fascinating.
You had your heads together, staring at the spot that connected you when he finally entered you, both of you letting out a long sigh. He slowly went all the way in, until you felt his balls pressed against your ass - and god you could feel every bit of him, that stretch, filling you up just right - only for him to pull back almost all the way out and slam back into you harder. “look at me, baby” he called your attention.
Rick was an eye contact guy and you did your best to maintain it as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He built a steady, deep, passionate rhythm, hitting that spot that made your brain short out every time, your back arched, you wrapped your legs around his waist, skin to skin, hot, sweaty, your hips racing to meet his. You smiled victoriously when he buried his nose in your neck and started moaning in your ear, your knot was tightening.
The temperature of the room had increased, a mixture of sounds of skin slapping, your meaningless pleas in the cloud of pleasure, Rick who will now return to mark your neck to suppress his own moans.
“Rick….please….please” you didn’t know what you were asking for but he is Rick, he knows you. his face came out of hiding in your hair, he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and pushed your knees against your chest, the new angle would be the death of you and by Rick’s state his too whose thrusts began to become erratic. You were very close to the edge, on the border between pleasure and consciousness and when Rick began to make circles on your clit you took his mouth in yours suppressing a loud moan as you came, your vision going white. Rick came soon after by the way you were squeezing him as you came down from your high. He may have drawn blood from your lips when he bit your lip as he released long, thick loads of semen inside you draining you of every last drop. He remained inside you even after he softened, the state of euphoria preventing you from thinking about the consequences.
You both collapsed together, it was a comforting feeling to feel his weight against you, you felt safe.
When his attention turned to study your face again, he looked calm, relaxed, happy - something very hard to see - he had such loving eyes and they looked at you, he took his time like that, serious, focused. You would never know, but in that intimate moment he made a promise, he would not allow anything or anyone to hurt you, he would not allow it. He knew you could handle it, you had already proven yourself many times, but you were still the woman he loved and nothing else mattered
it was you who took him out of the sea of their thoughts
“hey, rick”
“hm”
“I love you too”
“yeah?”
“yeah”
He smiled broadly, inverting the position of the two and brought the back of his hand to sprinkle kisses there, that tender gesture made you smile. Rick was yours.
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Today had been a long day of work in the city, the kind where you pretend you didn't notice you were taking a little longer to shower. It was the first place you went after getting home, the murder house - your house - that fact still made you smile at nothing. Before going into the bathroom to shower, you passed Carl and a small blond head heading out, in a hurry but not enough.
"Should I worry, Carl?" Dusk was slowly falling outside.
"No, no, Carol's new recipe."
"Where's your dad?"
"Daryl," the boy shouted over his shoulder. You answered with a low "Okay," too tired to think about it now. Right after the door slammed.
Okay, you may have taken too long because when you came out of the bathroom there was a dress on the bed, the one Rick liked to take off. Half curious, half suspicious, you put it on and went downstairs to get something to eat. Most of the lights downstairs were off except for the ones in the kitchen. You walked there, only to find a very well-dressed Rick - a button-down shirt with the tops open and black jeans - dinner on the table and a humble flower in his hand. “Rick” you called affectionately, tilting your head to the side with a smile on your face you were walking towards him but he stopped you in the middle of the way with a signal to stop, you don’t know exactly where he was hiding, but suddenly a melody started playing through the room, he came back shyly, took your hands in his, still holding the flower and you started dancing alone in the kitchen and you don’t remember feeling so loved because he's rick, he knows you
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jennifer jareau x reader
a/n: i had two different ideas for this we’ll see which one makes it out of my notes app. a lil ficlet because im literally so obsessed with her rn
what was her deal today? there was a stack of case files spilling out of her inbox on the corner of her desk. her phone had about 20 voicemails from detectives all over the country. there was so much work to do and yet she’d spent the day staring across her desk at her co-worker. jj was truly at a loss today. after lunch with no case in sight— she’d pretty much deemed the day a loss in regards to productivity. and as frustrated as she’d be tomorrow, she really couldn’t bring herself to care too much today.
y/n had to be doing it on purpose. it was as if every time jj’s eyes were on her, she’d lick her lips, or she’d be biting the cap of her pen, or reapplying her chapstick. jj all but crawled across the desk separating them when y/n removed her glasses and started sucking on one of the legs in thought as she worked through a file. by 3pm she was beginning to lose her mind.
she’d gotten lost in y/n shiny lips again when a ball up piece of paper collided with her forehead. shocked at the interruption, jj looked around the bullpen for the culprit. everyone’s heads were buried in files but a familiar snickered came from the set of desks next to her own. emily’s shiny black hair bounced with laughter causing jj to roll her eyes. emily only grinned and lifted her empty coffee mug toward the kitchen.
jj followed her with her own mug and sidled up beside her in the tiny kitchenette. “am i that obvious?” jj asked quietly, eyes still trained on the younger agent, hard at work.
“unbelievably so. i knew you guys liked to flirt but i hadn’t realized you’d taken the banter to the next step.”
“next step? what do you mean?” jj asked in confusion.
“jayje, you’re looking at her like you tasted the most intimate parts of her. like you can’t wait for it to be 5pm so you can take her home and reacquaint yourself with all your favorite parts of her. like you wanna take her right-“ emily explained dramatically, sloshing the coffee in her mug around as she talked.
“okay! that’s a bit more detailed than i think is necessary. and unlike what you so openly suggested we’ve not taken any steps. i just don’t know what it is today. i’m damn near mesmerized. i’ve got to get a grip before she notices. which won’t take long considering you’re launching paper balls at my head.” jj grimaced.
“well it’s almost quitting time, i’m sure you can make something happen.” emily grinned.
jj shook her head swiftly and turned to head back to her desk, “in my dreams. i think ill just stick to admiring from a far for now.”
emily shook her head and followed jj out, extending a napkin to her before sliding into her desk chair. “if that’s the case, this is for the droll puddle you’ve been building all day. wouldn’t want to flood you inbox, hm?” jj ignored emily with a shake of her head and went back to trying to look like she was working and not shamelessly fantasizing about devouring y/n’s lips.
somehow, y/n and jj ended up being the last two leaving the bullpen this evening. well jj had been too distracted to realize anyone else had left and y/n had been working through one last file. so when she closed the file and met jj’s eyes she almost smirked at the dazed look on the blonde’s face. “aw how chivalrous, did you wait for me?”
there wasn’t anything chivalrous about it. jj mentally chastised herself for the thought and forced herself to nod. “we both know how dangerous it is to have a pretty woman like you walking around by yourself at night. figured i’d walk you to your car.”
y/n grinned then shooting jj a playful wink as she gathered her things, “well let’s get a move on then. i don’t wanna keep you here any longer than necessary. today felt exceptionally long.”
jj hummed in agreement and both women started for the elevator. as they waited, jj rocked on the balls of her feet anxiously. willing herself to be normal and not obvious. they stepped in the elevator and rode it all the way down in silence. jj was almost home free. until her determined coolness was shattered as y/n laughed sweetly as the elevator doors slid open.
“so you gonna kiss me or what?” y/n smirked, hands on her hips.
jj sputtered a bit at the direct question, “uh, what?”
“oh come on jen, you��ve only been saying it with your eyes all day. normally you can conceal it a bit better but today it was like it was written on your forehead.” y/n grinned stepping into jj’s space.
“normally? what do you mean?” jj almost pouted.
“oh sweets, you might be good at poker and all but i know desire when i see it.” y/n places her hand on jj’s cheek with an affectionate pat. “so what’ll be? am i going home without a kiss or what? i’ve only been waiting for two years.”
jj huffed indignantly but wasted no more time and pulled the woman into a bruising kiss. one that had them both panting for air when they finally fell apart. they rested their foreheads together as they caught their breath and y/n was the first one to break the charged silence. “you lasted longer than i thought you would. i just knew when i was sucking on my glasses you’d break.”
jj gasped and squeezed at y/n’s waist, “i knew you were doing it on purpose! i thought i was going crazy.”
y/n shrugged with a smile, “you left me no choice. flirting with you for two years didn’t seem to do the job. i had to take matters into my own hands.”
jj groaned but leaned in again, lips only ghosting over y/n’s. “i can’t believe this…”
“you weren’t complaining a second ago, why start now?”
“oh trust me, i’m not. merely surprised it all.”
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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗡’𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 planned; it just kind of happened.
You and Jason weren’t exactly close. You’d see each other around camp occasionally, but you never really interacted, at least not the way you’d wanted to.
Sometimes, though, he’d catch himself glancing your way, finding you at the archery range or just watching you with a small smile whenever he noticed your hair catching the summer sunlight.
Could you blame him? You were probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and he knew his share of pretty girls. But you... He wasn’t sure if it was just your looks or the fact that you always gave him a smile every time your eyes met. That smile? It could light up the whole damn Olympian world.
It didn’t take long for him to notice that every morning, without fail, you sat at the pavilion for breakfast with your half-siblings. And every morning, you had a carton of strawberry milk in hand, no matter what you were eating.
Jason knew today was one of those days when you helped out in the infirmary. The days when you usually skipped breakfast, staying busy taking care of the campers who were hurt.
He didn’t think much of it, just figured it would be a nice gesture—something that might cheer you up a bit. After breakfast, he grabbed an extra carton of that strawberry milk. Not much, but enough to break the ice.
With the carton in hand, he made his way to the infirmary, where he knew he’d find you. Not like he’d memorized your schedule or anything—he did.
When he reached the infirmary, he peeked inside and saw you organizing bandages. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Hey, you're busy?" he greeted gently, lowering his gaze to meet yours. "I noticed you’ve been working hard in here, so... I don’t know, thought you might like a little break." He smiled, charming but a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck.
When you heard him speak, you glanced around, half-expecting him to be talking to someone else. Maybe he’d made a mistake? But no, it was just the two of you in the infirmary.
It took a second for your brain to catch up. Oh. Oh, he’s actually talking to me. Well, that wasn’t something you expected today.
"Oh—no, no!" You waved your hands frantically, shaking your head maybe a little too fast.
Embarrassment flooded you as you felt your cheeks heat up. You gave him an awkward smile.
"I mean, yeah, I’d love a break."
Perfect. That’ll scare him off.
Jason’s smile widened slightly at your reaction, and for a moment, he completely forgot why he was even here. He just kind of stood there, staring at you like an idiot—until he realized you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.
A faint blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat, flashing you a shy but undeniably charming smile. Gods, was this man even real?
"Oh, good," he said, then hesitated, like he was trying to figure out what to say next.
You stood there, unsure how to respond to that incredibly deep, meaningful statement. Your gaze flickered over him, taking him in from head to toe—something he definitely noticed, because he straightened up slightly, looking a little uncomfortable (or more like flustered) under your scrutiny.
Your eyes landed on the carton of milk in his hand—strawberry milk. Your favorite. You raised an eyebrow. Jason Grace didn’t exactly seem like the type to drink strawberry milk.
"Oh, you like that?" You asked with a small smile, latching onto the first topic of conversation that came to mind.
He blinked at you, clearly confused.
"The milk," you clarified, nodding toward the carton in his hand.
Jason mentally cursed himself. He’d completely forgotten to give it to you.
"Oh—uh, not really," he admitted.
You frowned slightly, tilting your head. He quickly clarified, "I mean, it’s good, but it’s not for me." He extended the milk toward you.
Your eyes dropped to the milk carton on his outstretched hand, surprised by the unexpected gesture.
"Oh, thanks," you said, taking the small carton with a soft smile. "It’s my favorite. That’s really sweet of you."
You flashed him a smile. A smile so bright that Jason almost swore his knees almost gave out.
"Huh. Yeah. No problem," he said quickly, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing, really. I just… noticed you liked it, so I figured you might want one."
"Oh, no. It is something, Grace," you interrupted, "I mean, it’s thoughtful. Not a lot of people would even notice something like that. So, thanks."
Jason smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. A short silence settled between you before he finally spoke again.
"Need any help here? Looks like you’ve got a lot on your plate."
You nodded.
"Yeah, an extra pair of hands would be nice. Thanks, again."
You shot him a grin and went to open your milk—except, for some reason, you just couldn’t get the stupid thing open. You muttered a curse in Ancient Greek under your breath, still struggling, silently praying you didn’t make a fool of yourself in front of Jupiter’s golden boy.
"Let me," Jason said, taking the milk from your hands before you could protest. Your fingers brushed, and a small jolt of electricity sparked between you.
You had to pray to all the gods not to start blushing like an idiot.
"Here," he repeated, handing you the now-opened carton.
You took the carton.
"Gods, at this rate, the only word I'm gonna say while I'm with you is 'thanks.' And, thanks," you joked, managing to pull a laugh out of him.
"And is that a bad thing?" He tilted his head, looking a little more relaxed now.
You shook your head. "Not at all. Actually, it's sweet. You're sweet." The last part slipped out before you could process what it meant.
He blushed, but you were almost as red as the strawberries you loved so much. Was this a competition to see who could get a deeper shade of red than Superman’s underwear?
He caught sight of your reaction to your own words and tried to stifle a laugh.
"Don’t worry. A slip of the tongue happens to everyone," he said gently. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling.
"Yeah, sure. But I’m not taking it back. Honestly, calling you 'sweet' doesn’t even come close," you admitted, flashing him a smile.
He just stared at you, lost for words, until his brain finally caught up, and then he smiled at you, even more charming than before, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
"Huh, you too," he said, quickly clearing his throat. "I mean, you’re pretty. I mean, sweet... I— Gorgeous," he admitted.
You might have died right then and there, but you would’ve died happy knowing that Jason Grace called you gorgeous. No doubt about it.
"Are you busy tonight?" he asked, finally.
"Nope. I’m free as soon as I finish here." You took a sip of your drink, courtesy of Jason.
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Heyy! This is my first post here. English isn't my native language, so any corrections or advice are welcome.
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- Rocks need protection too -
Bobby and Hoppy huddled closer to eachother. Both of them winced in pain when they made physical contact , all those bruises made cuddling difficult. A comforting , low voice rumbled around them.
-We are getting closer. Hold on tight. - the giant , who carried them , sighed.
-I'm sorry , Doey. I just... - Hoppy whimpered , nearly shedding tears. - I think I wanted to prove myself.
-Hoppy , hush. It's alright. - Doey responded , a sence of urgency present in his voice. - Let's get you both back into proper shape.
He dropped them off at the Medic's tent and quickly made his way back. The generator had been acting up lately , maybe he should check up on it just for good measure. The mechanical hum rang in his non-existant ears , it all sounded nice and proper. No creaking , no banging on the inside. Nothing.
-Alright. - Doey sighed , very relieved.
If somebody in the Safe Haven asked him , he would have lied , but lately he had been having nightmares. Plenty of them.
They plagued his head.
Now every time he heard a BANG or a CREAK from the machine , on which their safety pretty much relied , he worried. They were just noises standard for the generator but , to be honest , Doey was kind of paranoid.
What if the generator failed when all of them were asleep ?
What then ?
Doey walked around the Safe Haven for a bit more time. He tried his best not to make others anxious , they had enough worries already , but it was difficult.
-... Not smart enough ... NOT GOOD ENOUGH. - the doughy hulk growled under his breath.
His steps became heftier and more stumbly. He was tired , so tired.
Finally , Doey sat down on the ground with a dull THUD.
His eyelids drooped and he stifled a yawn. The thought of sleep crossed his mind but he quickly forgot about it and reprimended himself internally.
-No... no! Watch the others.
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Hours passed slowly. It was late in the night. Doey tried to keep himself awake by pinching himself whenever he even thought of sleeping. It was far from pleasant but it worked. As he nodded , nearly napping , suddenly he heard something.
Something like quiet , little steps.
TAP TAP TAP
Soft , tiny steps became louder. Just as Doey was getting up to investigate , the mysterious toy rounded the corner. What turned out to be mysterious toys came into Doey's view.
-Hello? Is anyone there? - a shaky voice stuttered.
-Heh. No wonder you are a chicken and not a lion. You are such a scaredy cat. - a different voice giggled.
-Nah. That would be Catnap. - the last of the voices hummed. - Let's just go back to ...
-What are you guys doing out of bed? - Doey stood up , towering over the unexpected guests.
The little toys turned out to be Kickin Chicken , Hoppy Hopscotch and Bubba Bubbaphant. The last one looked not very pleased to be awake at such an ungodly hour. Chicken and Hoppy propably dragged him out of bed and it was deffinitely NOT because they were too scared to go by themselves.
-Doey? Wha- - Hoppy cocked an eyebrow in surprise when she took a look at the Doughman.
-What are you doing here? - Bubba scratched his trunk. - Aren't you tired? Shouldn't you be asleep?
-Shouldn't you ?! - Doey furrowed his almost undetectable eyebrows.
Quickly he realized , that he was raising his voice.
--AHEM- - Doey cleared his throat. - Come on. Back to bed with you.
The Doughman stumbled forward. Bubba found himself taken aback by Doey's unsteadyness. As the hulk of colourful dough reached the main area of the Safe Haven , he realized that pretty much every single toy was wide awake.
-Huh ? What are you guys doing up ? - Doey asked , confused by the sight of so many eyes staring at him.
-We couldn't fall asleep without you here. - one Critter spoke up.
-We got scared. - the second followed up.
Doey frowned. He felt as if it was his fault , that his friends couldn't get the sleep they needed. The generator was fine. Why did he leave them ?!
Bobby Bearhug and Craftycorn took notice of their friend's disterss. Soon tears began to fill his little , beady eyes.
-Oh no. - Bobby's ears drooped with worry. - Craftycorn , could you , please , go and get the others ?
-Y- yes - Craftycorn replied with a sence of urgency and took off.
Meanwhile Bobby stayed with Doey and lovingly held his hand. It was almost funny , how huge it was compared to her paw.
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-ALRIGHT ! - Kickin Chicken stood up on one of the boxes in the main area of the Safe Haven. - Who made Doey upset ?!
-Chicken , it's not an assembly , just a normal chat. - Craftycorn squeaked.
-Get down from that box ,you dum-dum ! - Hoppy Hopscotch yelled out , sounding almost like a heckler at a comedy club.
Kickin Chicken reluctantly got down and went to sit by Hoppy , who gave him an affectionate noogie.
Bobby turned to Doey , who just sat in silence and stared at the floor.
...
-Doey , what is going on with you ? - Kickin asked out of the blue.
-Chicken ! - Picky Piggy scolded him.
-What?
-Please ... Stop fighting. - Doey groaned softly and went quiet again.
Bobby Bearhug took the opportunity and snuggled up to the upset caretaker. She only managed to reach up to his lower belly.
-Do you just want to go to sleep ? Maybe you are sad because you are tired. - the red bear asked,
-I don't know if I even want to sleep. I just don't know. - Doey rubbed his eyes. - Maybe let's just call off the meeting. You guys need to sleep. I'll stay up for just one more minute.
-No , Doey. We are going to sleep here with you. - Bubba declared.
-Yeah. So you will feel safe. - mentioned Craftycorn. - Please , Doey.
Doey hung his head. He looked directly at Bobby , who was still clinging to his stomach , and she gave him that sweet , caring look. The bear rubbed her fluffy cheeks on Doey's belly , just to comfort him at least a little bit.
It was nice but as she did that , she felt Doey's dough quiver.
A stream of muffled giggles escaped Doey's mouth.
-Hey , Bobby. Do that again. - Bubba said curiously.
Bobby proceeded to nuzzle her nose into Doey's belly , which still quivered a little from the last laugh.
And it happened again.
-Hehehe HeHeHe ! Mh-h-h-hf !
-And what was that ? - Bubba pretended to be shocked. - We simply must investigate.
He playfully swatted at Hoppy's floppy ear.
-Hoppy , go for his legs. - the blue elephant chuckled.
-You got it! - Hoppy quickly grabbed Doey by the leg.
Hoppy's fingers dug into the sole of her caretaker's foot and the reaction came with lightning speed.
-N-nohohoho ! Hohohold uhuHAHAP !
-We will not hold up. - Kickin Chicken smiled mischeviously , because he got an "awful" idea. - Hey , Hoppy !
-Yes ? What is it , you chicken ? - the green rabbit poked her head up.
-I bet I am better at tickling than you ! - Kickin claimed.
-Oh , in your dreams , Feather-Butt ! - Hoppy cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers. - You wanna put yourself to the test ?
Doey was not sure , what was happening but he wasn't hating it. Not exactly.
-On your mark. - Bubba pretended to be holding a flag in his nubby hand. - And ... GO !
Kickin Chicken decided not to wait for his rival and got straight to work. One could say he had an advantage because of his soft feathers.
Could Doey say ? No , because he was busy sputtering out giggles.
-Gahaha-hihihihihi ! Hohohold *SQUEAK* ohohon ! Ahahahahahaha !
-Hey , Bobby , would you give me a hand here ? - Hoppy called out to her friend.
-Sure ! - Bobby giggled cheerfully.
-Not fair ! I want help out here too in that case ! - Kickin pouted before turning his head in DogDay's direction. - Doggy , get in here !
-Yes ! - DogDay jumped at the sound of his name being called.
Ooh boy. Doey was in for a ride.
DogDay scrambled to join his friends and help them. He climbed onto Doey's back , which wasn't easy but doable , and nestled himself near his neck. He wasted no time and started poking and scribbling his fluffy fingers around Doey's long neck.
-*SNORT* Hihihihihi ! You-hoho-HAHA ! Gahahahays ! *SQUEAK*
-Oh ! We got snorting now. See , Picky ? You ain't the only one. - Hoppy teased , sticking her tongue out to Piggy.
-Hey ! - Picky replied , scrunching her nose. - That's it ! I'm joining in !
To Doey's dismay , Picky managed to find a completely new tickle spot on him. And he thought , that he already had too many. Picky Piggy poked around Doey's hands , his fingers curled up and twitched at the delicate touch.
Bingo !
-KYAHAHAHAHAHA ! NOHOHOHOHOHO ! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE ! *SNORT* *HICCUP* *HICCUP* AHAHAHAHA! HIHIHIHIHI !
Doey's laughter started to quiet down to breathless giggles and hiccups , which lasted for quite a chunk of time. The Smiling Critters , satisfied with the fun they had , got off Doey.
-Boy! That was fun. But who out of the two of us is the winner ? - Hoppy smiled as she stretched.
-I don't know ... - Kickin Chicken scratched his neck. - No ! I know ! Let's ask Doey !
-Hey Do ... ? - Hoppy turned around.
-Shh ! - Bobby Bearhug silenced both Kickin and Hoppy. - Quiet down. Look.
The bear pointed at Doey with her paw. The poor fella got so tired out from all the playtime , he fell asleep right then and there on the floor.
Out of respect for their caretaker's well-being , everybody left the room. Doey deffinitely needed that sleep.
Sweet dreams , Doey.
THE END
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“You’re moving out,”
Alhaitham repeated slowly, trying to process the information, “because you don’t like the flower I bought?”
“It’s not only about the flower!” Kaveh exclaimed and fell on the couch.
He hid his face in hands not to look at the crimson monstrosity in front of him. No, he didn’t want Alhaitham to look at him going out of his mind. To be honest, he wasn’t convinced of his decision for one minute straight. The flower was driving him crazy and after long hours in the darkness of his room he eventually discovered a real reason for that but it still didn’t feel enough to think about moving out. He had to admit that he got used to this place and Alhaitham’s presence. After nearly two years of living together, they knew each other's schedules and preferences by heart. They weren’t just housemates anymore; they had begun to understand each other.
“I doubt that anyone still follows your trace of thoughts.” Alhaitham sat on the edge of the couch.
His reaction caught Kaveh off guard. The Scribe was being careful, almost delicate—like it was too early for his usual sarcasm to take over. Kaveh expected him to laugh at the idea of moving out and even encourage him, just for the sake of another quarrel between them. And, Archons believe, he got pretty scared when Alhaitham started acting all serious about that. Kaveh had expected Alhaitham to dismiss the idea with rational arguments—not to take him seriously! Kaveh assumed that Alhaitham just pitied him and somehow that was even worse than mocking. But the true reason of his sudden decision was ridiculous. He didn’t want to admit it but why was it bothering him so much?
There was no use in further hiding the truth from Alhaitham.
“It’s about me! I’m the flower! I don’t fit into your turquoise-and-beige interior—like an odd puzzle piece that doesn’t belong. Like that yellow pot in the hallway painting! Like that random shoelace we can’t match to any shoes! What am I even saying!?” The nonsense just kept falling from his mouth.
Alhaitham had to silence him, before he embarrassed himself totally.
“That is true, your colour scheme do not match with the palette of this house. You wear red and everything around is blue or green. But let me assure you, Mr. Architect, no one besides you cares about that,” he sounded just so out of his character.
Kaveh could get used to this polite and caring side of Alhaitham, although it was confusing him at first.
“What?”
“Red and green just remind me of roses in full bloom. And honestly, I couldn’t care less if things are supposed to match or not.”
“Really? You don’t mind that I… that is, this flower… That it does not belong here?”
Alhaitham frowned. His expression became somehow even more serious, so that Kaveh felt the meaning of his words down in his soul. “I invited it to my house, so it does belong here.”
Now he felt stupid. How could he let his insecurity skew the image of Alhaitham, always rational Scribe, who never gets carried away. He was like a bucket of cold water when Kaveh was a wildfire of complex emotions. At the same time, Kaveh could be the gentle blow that keeps Alhaitham’s match on fire, so that he never burns out. They completed each other, whether they admitted it or not. But what if Kaveh’s fire burned too bright?
“Still I… Where are you going?”
Alhaitham left the living room and came back after few minutes with two glasses and a bottle of wine. At first the Architect thought that it had to be a dream.
“The wine is red, it should not fit in this interior, but you shall agree with me that this is the item that works just fine in the current situation.”
“It’s hard to deny your logic,” concurred Kaveh, taking the glass.
The next hour they spent drinking and talking, just like if they were again students in Akademiya.
“I think I worry that much because I quite adore your intelligence,” casually mentioned Kaveh.
He then took another sip of wine, missing the way Alhaitham stiffened beside him. A sudden silence set in. After a while the Architect looked up concerned to discover that his friend was as red as the ugly flower.
“What- What happened?”
He was sure he didn’t say anything inappropriate. Nothing that could cause such a reaction. Alhaitham however seemed as if Kaveh at least proposed to him.
“Y-you… Did you just say that you… adore me?” he sounded so genuinely scared that the Architect barely kept himself from laughing.
He was staring at Alhaitham, trying to find a sign that the Scribe is just joking but he couldn’t find any. For a second his brain influenced by the wine, told him to play along and see how this would end. But he wasn’t that drunk not to think it was a terrible idea. Instead, he smiled warmly and spoke up without any mischievous intention hidden in his voice.
“Didn’t I say that I adore your intelligence?”
A painful realisation became so obvious on Alhaitham’s handsome face. He closed his eyes, bit his lips and frowned.
“Oh… that’s… that’s correct.”
The blonde casually started smiling, which unintentionally led the Scribe to think he was being mocked. “Wait, you got so flustered because you thought I said that adore you?”
Alhaitham stood up probably to stop Kaveh from staring at him and making him even more embarrassed. “Leave the teasing,” he said from behind the couch.
Kaveh tilted his head back, his blonde hair spilling over as a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“It’s always you who teases me!” he straighten up. ”By the way, that wouldn’t be a lie. I adore you, even though you are sometimes so stubborn and stoic and mean and cold…” he kept counting just to see Alhaitham’s reaction.
The Scribe, to no one’s surprise, remained stoic.
“It seems that you recognise many flaws in me.”
Kaveh smiled. “They are not flaws. Those are the features that make it hard for me to understand you. But they are not your flaws. You have different ones.”
“Would you care to give an example?”
The Architect pretended to wonder.
“Insensitiveness,” he said after a while.
“Insensitiveness? People say you are oversensitive.”
Kaveh wasn’t expecting that comeback—but he wasn’t about to back down.
”Oh, so it cuts both ways? Very well, you are… apathetic,” he said proudly.
The Scribe’s corners of the lips lifted a bit. Oh, they loved arguing. It was their own language that only they could understand.
“In that case, I must claim that you are too passionate.”
“Too closed,” Kaveh snapped back.
“So open, that you are almost naive.”
The Architect opened his mouth to vocalise a snarky come back, but he got lost in the rhythm.
“Well, you may have a point here,” he conceded that to Alhaitham.
They shared a honest laugh.
“We don’t really fit together,” Kaveh pointed out the obvious.
His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles paling. It was bothering him for this whole time. Why were they living together? Why did Alhaitham let him stay here if they were so unmatched?
“I must disagree. I see you as my mirror,” the Scribe said.
Kaveh frowned. “A mirror? That’s absurd. We’re nothing alike. Are you drunk already?”
Alhaitham took a sip of wine, unbothered. “You see my flaws so clearly because they reflect your own.”
That was something Kaveh had never thought of before. Could it really be like this? No, that was ridiculous, he couldn’t stand a chance with Alhaitham’s brilliant mind. Even now he seemed to know what Kaveh was thinking.
“What I am trying to say is that your intelligence can also be described as admirable. In other words, you are more clever than you think.” he looked straight into his eyes and this time it was Kaveh who blushed hard. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No. It’s the nicest you have been in a while. Thank you.”
The Scribe lifted one eyebrow. “You accepted my compliment? Without any complaints? What happened to your insecurity?”
“Seriously!? Did you have to remind me of it?” Kaveh could not stop laughing.
He almost choked on wine when Alhaitham quickly approached him and placed his hand on the Architect’s pale fingers. His touch was warmer than the blonde would have expected.
“Don’t move out. Please.”
Kaveh swallowed, glancing at the familiar mess of books, the couch indented from too many debates, the table still holding that ridiculous flower. His chest tightened. Could he really imagine leaving? Finally, could he imagine living without Alhaitham?
“…I won’t,” he replied.
Alhaitham then stood up under the pretense of making tea. But before he disappeared in the kitchen, he stopped in the door frame and looked at the flower still standing on the tea table.
“Do you want me to get rid of the plant?”
“No, I love it!” Kaveh said without hesitation.
Alhaitham turned away, just enough to hide the small, involuntary smile that crept onto his lips. “I love it too,” he murmured—only to himself.
“Hmm?” Kaveh didn’t catch what he said.
Alhaitham hesitated. His fingers tapped against the doorframe before he finally spoke.
“…Green tea, then?”
Kaveh smiled, softer this time. “Yeah… you do know me.”
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
all parts on ao3
#genshin impact#genshin#alhaitham#kaveh#genshin alhaitham#kavetham#genshin fanfic#genshin kaveh#haikaveh#kaveh x alhaitham
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(kinda going rly off course but yk, ill take whatever motivation I can get to write)
The smaller girl stared at the teen with a look reminiscent of pity, a look she was all too familiar with. The older Avery wasn't prepared for this occasion, there was no warning or anything that she would randomly be transported years into the past.
She must've looked terrible with her tangled hair, unwashed outfit, and tired eyes. Yet the young Avery didn't back away or show any sign of fear.
"So, uh... hey, kid." Older Avery greeted, crouching to reach the other's short stature.
Still, the younger Avery didn't react.
The teen looked around the room, silently inspecting it for clues about how far she was in the past. Butterfly bed sheets.. so before ten. Pink curtains.. Damn it, those stuck around until she was twelve. Doll house in the corner.. Wow, she had forgotten about that, pretty sure it's in the attic or-
"Are you sleepy?" The younger Avery piped up, noticing the teen's eyebags. Her old self had never been one to keep thoughts to herself.
The older Avery shrugged. "I guess,"
There was an awkward pause before she decided 'screw it'. "Hey, uhm, young me or whatever, how old are you?"
"Seven."
The older Avery nodded as if this was all making sense to her now, but she couldn't be more confused. One moment she was screaming into her pillow, begging to be a kid again, and the next she was in front of her kid self. She wanted to be free of responsibility and teenage angst bullshit, but this felt like it was piling more onto her.
This Avery didn't understand how good she had it... Easier homework, no drunkards to avoid, or helicopter moms breathing down her neck because she 'doesn't want another Asher' or something. Wait.
"Asher..!" She blurted upon the realization.
The younger Avery gave her a confused look. "Ash is in his room."
Avery put her hands on the smaller girl's shoulders, trying to force her next words into the child's memory. "Spend more time with your brother. Go to the park, annoy him, anything."
"What-?"
"Just trust me!" She ordered, restraining herself from shaking the kid until the information stuck. "And- and never let him leave your sight on his birthdays!"
The other shook her head defiantly. "That's too much work!" She insisted.
The older Avery was about to shout back when she realized what she was doing. Arguing with a stubborn seven-year-old past version of herself? Trying to rewrite her own history? She had to be dreaming.
Frustrated but not wanting to take it out on the child, Avery stood up and screamed into the butterfly pillow she had missed since she was ten years old.
Looking up, she was in her dull room again. An ordinary pillow, grey curtains, no doll house, no Asher.
"Damn it!" Avery yelled into her pillow once more, hoping against all logic that it'd return her to her youth.
But the only thing she was met with was her mother telling her to quiet down.
What are some advice your OC would give their younger self?
#maybe I got carried away 😅#this was pretty rushed ngl#anyway its 2:30 AM#gn#avery katz#mfr#my favorite runaway
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Please, do not be frightened (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#DAX#ZEX#I need someone to touch ZEX gently Right Now or I'll cry ;;#Just kidding I'll cry if it happens too lol#I guess Bones technically did check him over and treated him quite gently - I cried at that scene so that tracks haha#Really that was more the quiet rage that Bones felt on ZEX's behalf hh <3#Continually continually impressed by everyone's writing ahh! So moving <3#Anyhow - skipping to the next night after ZEX's ''surgery'' which actually that implies bad things for DAX uhhhh#Just to avoid meeting with Max - yet - since he woke up right after this#Spoilers! As if more than like two people know what I'm even talking about lol#Although there's also the thought of both Max and Dex ''waking up'' at the same time hgh#One last little glance at each other from beyond the veil before they slip away again#I feel Normal about them I Swear#I've been thinking about ZEX's greeting and him just barely able to keep from capping it off with his usual comfort#VUX are scary! And Max very much is not haha he is cute and unintimidating and ZEX can get away with an awful lot in his body#Firstly he just blends in which is new to him! He can get close and snuggly and not really be taken very seriously#He's pretty! He's slight and cute and just not very threatening-looking! Even the more tired he gets - the older he appears - still small#That changes a bit after his eye is removed and he's visibly scarred - people look at him differently#Still pitiful - kicked puppy a bit haha Max will always cut something of a pathetic figure <3#But I do think it's an interesting intersection of fear - intimidation? Discomfort? Concern?#He's not being viewed as a VUX still but there's Something Other about him at a glance not just when you approach him#DAX of course is just worried :( He'd do anything to protect his Admiral!#Impotence on both sides - one of protecting himself and the other of protecting someone he cares about so much! Weh#Also do you like DAX's hair getting messy hehe ♪ Hair is so confusing! Hard to take care of!#Poor both of them :( I'm considering DAX sleeping in as non-canon because if ZEX started to suspect after watching Zelnick do the same ahhh#I mean more non-canon than him being there at all anyway haha#It's too sad! He needs hugs that's what he needs
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Sometimes I still feel like I was just some kind of. Failed woman. I know that I’m a man and I know that other people don’t see me as a man, but I also don’t feel like they see me as a woman per say. Not to say they’re interpreting me as nonbinary or androgynous or something but rather I simply don’t qualify as male or female in their eyes. Other trans men and nonbinary people talk about their connections to womanhood, their significant bonds with women based on experiences that people perceived as women share, and I’ve always felt. Outside of that. Like I’ve been denied access to girlhood/womanhood even when I was a girl, even at my most feminine, I was always doing it wrong somehow, my gender performance always had to be evaluated, critiqued, corrected by people I did not ask. I tried my best but I could never get it right and because I still don’t perform either gender in the expected way I’m denied being treated as either gender, I’m denied being even acknowledged most of the time. It feels strange. It’s easy to say it never worked out because I was always meant to grow up to be a man. But it doesn’t explain why I can’t even relate to other transmen with these experiences.
#thinking about gender tonight y’all lord help me#I know I was a girl before. I considered myself one even if I wasn’t very good at it#and I tried to be good at it#I often think of that girl#when we were 13 and she looked at me out of nowhere. never spoken to me before.#and she said ‘you know you would be so pretty if you wore makeup’#and I felt so confused because I thought I was pretty. I was a pretty girl. despite how hard people tried to make me feel differently#and she would continue trying to correct me from there on#but I never did it right#and I know being a man is what fits right#but most cis people and even some other trans people don’t see me that way and don’t treat me that way#I’m just denied the privilege of identifying with either binary gender#I have a strong feeling autism has something to do with it#but even then#I often don’t relate to the way people talk about ‘autistic girlhood’
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i am slightly scared bc this post is getting a surprising amount of traction and also bc i've been thinking about almost exclusively atla for the past twenty-four hours straight and my opinions on this have changed slightly??
i still don't tolerate maiko *slander* bc i disapprove of almost all slander. the exceptions are like if it's against elon musk or something.
and i've always kinda understood basically all criticism of maiko?? like my thoughts on that were like "yeah you're totally right they wouldn't work together but they're super funny so idc." but now i feel like i get the criticism just a little more, like no they really wouldn't work together.
there were two main things ppl said that made me reconsider how i view them. the first was just someone pointing out that in the flashback in zuko alone mai is the one who has a crush on zuko, and he doesn't really have one on her. i think i just kinda forgot that but to me it emphasizes that mai was always more interested in zuko than her was in her. tbf he did seem to enjoy spending time w her in the first half of season 3, and and opened up to her abt how confused he felt and how he wasn't really happy, but it's still pretty clear that she cared about him far more (like... at the end of boiling rock he kinda just goes "oh wow okay" and then promptly forgets about her lol).
the other thing was someone mentioned how a big part of zuko's arc in season 2 was being a beggar, and a refugee, and a customer service worker in ba sing se, and learning to do manual labor and empathize with the common people and that he wasn't innately superior to them, and that shows when he gets back to the fire nation and he's uncomfortable being waited on, and wants to walk to mai's house instead of taking the palanquin. but when mai is trying to cheer him up, she suggests they can order some servants around, or take a palanquin ride "double-time," and making that connection made me be like "ohhhh she really doesn't get him does she?"
ppl talk a lot about her fearing azula coming out of nowhere, but i still don't have a problem w that. i think the idea that mai and ty lee were secretly afraid of azula, to some degree, and that they were trapped in this toxic, controlling friendship that they always felt compelled to play along with and pretend they were having a great time in––and, perhaps, that they did still enjoy azula's company, just not all the time/with reservations, and that they also cared about each other, and both decided to stick around for the other's sake––actually fits kinda perfectly with how they're portrayed throughout the show and is very compelling. (there are certainly plenty of moments where azula treats the two of them awfully, especially ty lee––like when she mocks her for opening up in ember island––and there's that moment in the drill episode where azula tells mai and ty lee to go after katara and sokka, and ty lee is SO insistent that they do it, because azula said so––almost like she's afraid of azula's wrath.)
lowkey now i ship mai and ty lee lmaooo
but i would like to reiterate that i do still like maiko, even though i acknowledge that their ship doesn't work, bc their dynamic is so fricken hilarious to watch. a large part of why i adore "ember island" so much is because of them. it's actually a little insane bc before season 3, i knew they were a thing but could not for the life of me imagine what them interacting would possible look like––i was like "wow this is going to be the worst ship in the universe... they have nothing in common... i genuinely cannot envision them making it through a single conversation on anything remotely interesting ever..."
and then they did interact and it was perfection and every time they were on screen together i was in STITCHES bc they're incredible omg
i also just liked that zuko had someone who was even a little bit in his corner while he was stuck in the fire nation having an existential crisis.
i honestly think they would work equally well as friends? i'm not against the romance, which is why i'll still go "yeah i like maiko," but especially since i do also feel that them in a relationship doesn't work long-term i think i need more maiko friendship/best-friendship––as long as they're interacting with one another, because i NEED more of them so badly. even when they're being dysfunctional/acting cruel towards each other, i'm just like "omg peak comedy. also. pookies :D"
(i also said in a post last week that they give me gay-best-friends vibes, and i still stand by that. and yes, i do also ship zutara... pls don't ask me how that works i don't know okay it's all just ~vibes~. idk maybe everyone is bi or something. i am kinda sorta genuinely convinced mai is a lesbian tho)
so. in conclusion i guess. my stance on maiko has recently landed firmly on the side of they do not work together, romantically. but i still love them bc they're silly and toxic and stupid and very very dear to me. but i don't really ship them and i like zutara far more. but if you do ship them i'm fine w that! but maybe. i just see them as friends? and also i ship mai w ty lee (... do they have a ship name) as of like ten minutes ago?? but maiko romance doesn't bother me! i kinda like it! sometimes!
in conclusion take two. maiko (romantic or platonic) are Peak
do NOT slander maiko in my presence they r so dear to me
#atla#atla meta#wow this got really long i'm sorry#maiko#feel kinda bad tagging that...#anti maiko#???#but not really???#mai x ty lee#please someone out there do they have a ship name#they gotta right??#i'm so sorry for possibly ruining your enjoyment of the original post maiko shippers#hits enter violently
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i found a photo of me in the hospital after my first seizure and i am wearing the most HORRENDOUS combination of clothing imaginable 😭😭
thinking of redrawing it with mikey because epileptic 2012 mikey is real
#either that or i'll just redraw it as myself#i'm not gonna share the photo rn but like. god girl what were you thinking#a blue shirt with pink and yellow cats that's obviously too small for me#light grey pajama bottoms with pink cuffs(?)#ugly ass red socks with a white pattern or smth that look a bit like the psych ward socks#the nerdiest pair of glasses i've ever owned#and leapard print trainers 😭😭 (velcro because i didn’t know how to tie my shoes)#please get a better taste in fashion omg#my first seizure story is pretty funny to me tbh#i was at my desk at like 10pm colouring a pair of sunglasses red in honour of red nose day#(it was supposed to be part of my outfit for the next day because red nose day and pudsey day tended to be non uniform days)#and all of a sudden i wake up on the floor with a mild stomach ache#now i had had a lot of those and my parents began to not trust me when i said i felt sick#but this one was a bit worse than usual#so i started making whimpering sounds to make it beleivable#and my parents (who were in a bit of a panic) misinterpreted this and thought i was in too much pain to talk 😭😭#and i was so confused because i was just. lying on my bedroom floor as my parents ran about stressed saying shit ljke#“should we call them” which confused me further because#why are you already calling the school to tell them i'm gonna be absent??????#and then someone FINALLY explains to me i had a seizure and i'm like. oh.#i have a few other odd seizure stories#like when i had a seizure while playing othello#or while playing crazy 8s on gamepigeon with my friends#or when i had sent a status “coming back from the hospital” which scared my grandma but we assured her i was fine and healthy#and that it was just a checkup and everything was good and i hadn’t had a seizure in ages#and then i proceeded to have a seizure that night.#the irony is amazing#epilepsy: making my life interesting since 2018(?)#tw seizure mention#mia has a stupid thought
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Court of the Undying Seasons
NA high fantasy
demigirl volunteers to be taken by the vampires instead of her friend intending to kill them for revenge, but quickly learns that’ll be impossible unless she becomes one
she has to get through her training to become a vampire or live as a human thrall, and quickly gets swept up in their world - and discovers a string of murders that could have dire consequences for them all
#Court of the Undying Seasons#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#ok i was kinda hoping this would be more me than most things in its genre niche....but is just kinda is that#why is the main couple a thing? what is the attraction? i feel like I skipped half a book. you’re gonna kill him right#just really did not get that at all lmao. ur usual dark fantasy romance i gues#it’s kind of pitched as ‘she wants to kill vamps!!!’ but like. she immediately learns that’ll be too hard and basically forgets about it lo#i feel like the courts being named after colours reads. well you know it reads like the stereotype of YA with different factions to choose#but I guess I get that if they were called by their alt names it would have been a lot of confusing info to keep track of#the mc being a demigirl is pretty subtle#if you’re looking for it you can see the trans coding#but if you weren’t I feel like it might just read as girl who’s slightly uncomfortable with her appearance…#which is fine I guess. but just so you know if you're picking it up for that#also picked it up for ace side characters but like…. it’s not rly like the authors other books#there’s vague mentions but tbqh I’ve forgotten who is supposed to be ace#(probably because I read like 6 other books between starting and finishing this)#also genderfluid side character who is like. treated as two different people when they’re girl or boy version?#which is sort of treated as a vampire thing but i thought it felt odd#anyway all in all not entirely bad just not for me at all lol
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okay, but dealing with depression and anxiety from a young age completely rots your brain and tricks you into thinking/believing things about yourself that simply aren’t true. for example: i spent literal YEARS thinking i was the ugliest motherfucker alive, like my face was FUCKED. and now, i’m in my twenties and i’m like, bruh you are the most normal looking guy ever
#me spending my teenage years dating girls and thinking they couldn’t possibly ACTUALLY find me attractive in any way#like it must be pity or something?#nah they genuinely thought you were pretty/hot etc#like you should have believed them but like i get why you didn’t bc your brain was tricking you and that’s not your fault#genuinely can’t describe what i thought i looked like tbh#like i thought my face/body was wrong™️#like yeah normal puberty shit#but also depression/anxiety and gender confusion played a part#like i would look at other girls and think there was something deeply wrong with me because i didn’t look like them (pretty)#but like i know for a fact that those same girls felt as wrong as i did#like brains will completely fuck you over and it’s the WORST#but then you get to a place where you’re like kinda okay?#like i’m still unlearning a lot of that old shit but being able to actually look at myself in the mirror and not feel gross is progress!#like obviously i still have days where i don’t feel attractive but like that’s so normal#no one feels good 100% of the time#either about themselves or in general#i’m not the outlier#even tho i spent half my life thinking i was#also i’ve found that the most beautiful people in the world tend to not believe that#like the outwardly beautiful people who KNOW it don’t tend to feel bad about themselves in quite the same way? ya know?#genuinely have known some of the most beautiful amazing people who don’t believe it about themselves and it’s so bizarre to me#and like okay vaguely hypocritical but imao we know this#i will always make other people know they’re beautiful and i love them before myself and i always have#but again i’m working on that#working on trying to do both#loving my friends and reminding them they’re beautiful bc they are#and also learning to not be so hard on myself#anyways idk random thought i’ve had lately#gwen rambles#gwenposting
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About half the reblogs are about 73 yards and I'm sorry to break it to you but I don't really like 73 yards that much..
No hate to the episode I thought it was cool as an idea but wasn't really well done in my opinion
Firm believer that doctor who should get fucked up and unnerving on the regular
#absolutely not calling it bad. it has some killer moments and i absolutely loved the entire welsh pub segment#but as a whole although unnerving it kinda fell flat#it felt vague for the sake of being vague and not for any actual reason#i dont mind being left in the dark as too what truly happened but giving literally ZERO idea of what the fuck that was kinda sucked#like the doctor just going “idk fukin fairy circle” was a really lame ass ending#i liked ruby taking initiative and really showing off what she can do tho#ngl i know the whole jab in the pub was that everyone thinks wales is all witchy but i kinda wish it was actually some curse#idk i thought that would be sick#also the whole 73 yards thing relating to the tardis' perception filter was weird. like was it the tardis or was it not the fuckin tardis???#okay midway through writing this it clicked the plot is likely the tardis activating some emergency paradox thing and looping ruby#i think atleast? but then what about the fairy circle? where the fuck did the doctor go????#again i like a confusing story and i love the horror of the unknown but when im never given ANY answer at all in the end i feel annoyed#idk fucked with the vibe and set up but the plot lost me#if you think its amazing all the power too you because it is a pretty sick concept#but when i talk about getting weird and fucked up i mean 73 yards but borderline straight up horror film#also about that whole thing of people being scared of ruby what the fuck???#i originally thought it was going to relate to the one who waits but it never pays off at all???#theres so many ideas happening that i just feel dont blend well and it makes me confused and nauseous#maybe im just stupid but that's my feelings on it#sorry for ranting so long. again ZERO hate to this episode i just wish it was more coherent in its themes and storytelling#doctor who#dw
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Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you don’t care about marriage because you think he’s over it.
Note: this one has no smut but it has mentions of sex and sexual relations so interact at your own discretion.
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“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.
It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.
“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“
“I’m 37, love”
“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree,” you said before taking a bite out of your burger.
Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.
“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”
“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.
His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.
He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.
“You—“ peck “—are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”
Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.
With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.
What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.
In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasn’t religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.
#cod#john price#captain price#price x reader#price cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley
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